The last week has been like living in an alternate reality. Every time I woke up, I told myself it must all have been a dream. Except that as soon as woke up tied to my bed, I understood that everything Luke was doing to me was real. At least at work, I have some semblance of normality, but as soon as I get home, my world turns upside down and I become a horny little lap dog.
Tonight is Friday and I come home with an anxious thrill. At the entrance of the apartment, I put my embarrassing purchase on the cabinet and I find my clothes for the day. After a week of this treatment, I've discovered that I still prefer being naked to the sordid outfits Luke makes me wear. At least, when I'm naked, I can pretend I've just got out of the shower. But when I'm wearing a leather corset with straps around my breasts to show them off, leaving my lower abdomen exposed, I look like a whore. And Luke gets it. Tonight, I'm wearing a maid's headdress, a mini apron that doesn't even cover my underbelly and vertiginous high heels with, of course, my bitch collar.
Once dressed, I take the plastic bag I left on the cabinet into my mouth, drop to all fours and crawl over to Luke. He's in the living room, in jeans, shirtless. Just the sight of him makes my mouth water. I hope he enjoys the degrading show I'm putting on for him. I have a hard time admitting it to myself, but in a strange way, I want him to be proud of me. The more he trains me like a good slave, the more I have an overwhelming desire to be violently fucked by him. However, I must resist the urge to beg him to take me in the ass. I have to remember our deal.
"Well slut? You have something for me?" he asks nastily, almost as if bothered by my presence.
My eyes wander over his chest, down his abs and stop at his crotch. All I can think about is how much I'd like to have the honor of satisfying his cock. My throat closes when I need to speak. I hope he will be pleased with my suggestion.
Two days ago, Luke made me repent for all the times I hadn't been a good girlfriend. The times I refused to have sex with him, the times I abandoned him to go out with friends and so on. After I finished confessing, he told me that I had to earn his forgiveness and that my actions deserved very harsh punishments. That evening, he laid me across his lap and spanked me like I'd never been spanked before. My bottom is still red and I recall the punishment every time I have to sit down. Of course, that's not enough for Luke. Now, every night, he asks me to suggest a punishment. And I have to make an effort, because if he doesn't think it's enough, he'll make my treatment worse. Yesterday, for example, I suggested wearing the little bells on my tits. He thought it was pathetic, so not only did he put the bells on my nipples, he also put one on my clitoris. Then he had me do physical exercises like jumping jacks and crunches to amplify the discomfort of the clamps. That's why, at lunchtime, I went on a mortifying mission, hoping to please my master with a cruel and humiliating punishment.
"I was hoping sir could use this as part of my punishment tonight. The horny slut that I am needs to be punished severely and sir is kind enough to train her."
Luke smiles. I've found that the more I use this kind of language, the more satisfied he is with me. He picks up the bag I've placed in front of him and uncovers the object inside. He looks at it for a few seconds before realizing what it is.
"A pump for your nipples and clit? "
I shiver just at the mention of the torture device. I can see in his eyes that it doesn't seem enough. I was expecting it, so I start explaining.
"Sir, I thought you could use the pump on my sensitive areas and then use the riding crop on my nipples and pussy."
I look at the object, thinking how terrified I am he'll find something more painful to do to me.
"And how many strokes do you think you deserve?"
It's a trick question. If I answer too low, he'll make me pay a lot more. But if I give a high number, I'll have to suffer the consequences. My sensitive parts have barely recovered from yesterday's clamps, but my best option is to give him a high number, hoping to appeal to his pity.
"I deserve to be hurt badly, sir. I hope to be hit as many times as you judge necessary, but I think it should be at least 25 times on each nipple and 30 times on my clit."
The silence that follows lingers too long. All I can hear is the sound of my heart beating. I don't think I can take any more than what I'm suggesting. Fortunately for me, my ex finally decides that the punishment is reasonable. I breathe a sigh of relief, preparing myself for the worst. However, as Luke likes to keep the fun going, he orders me to be a good girl and clean the house before I receive my punishment.
All through my chores I can't help but anticipate what's to come. Why does this turn me on so much? I practically have to mop the floor behind me because I'm dripping all over the place.
When the apartment is finally clean, I present myself in front Luke and ask for my correction. First, he lays me on my back and attaches spread bars to my feet and hands, making sure I can't protect myself. He then takes his sweet time installing the nozzles on each of my nipples and clitoris. They are attached to the pump with rubber tubes. At first, when he starts to pump, it just tingles a little. I'd even say it's pleasant. Then it gets more intense. I can feel my sensitive areas getting bigger. At one point, I feel like they're going to explode, but Luke keeps on pumping. I groan and try to free myself despite the bars holding me in place. The suction gets more and more intense and I'm afraid I'm going to pass out when Luke finally stops. He removes the nozzles with a loud pop. I can't help but lift my head to look at my nipples. They've literally doubled in size and are a dark red bordering on purple. I can't imagine what state my clitoris is in. My ex must be reading my mind, because at the same time he's lightly rubbing my clit with his finger, making me scream as he does so.
"You’re so not gonna enjoy those 30 strokes, slut. I’ll be nice and start with your nipples."
I can't believe I'm the one who suggested this punishment. I can't believe he still plans to do this to me. I shake around in the bars, but there's nothing I can do. Luke shows me the riding crop and reminds me to thank him for every stroke, otherwise it won't count. The first stroke is brutal. A sharp "thank you, sir" escapes from my mouth. He goes on and on, and really gets a kick out of it. Between my tears, I can see the huge hard-on that threatens to rip open his jeans. He enjoys going back and forth between my two nipples, altering the rhythm so that I never know when or where he's going to strike. Then he hits me lower. His stroke is gentler, but the pain is intense. I can barely mumble a proper "thank you, sir".
Luke is having a blast moving the tip of the riding crop up and down my pussy. God, I think I'm going to cum, it's so good! But I remember that I'm not allowed to cum without his permission. Surely, I can't go so low as to admit to him that I'm getting off on this, or could I? I receive another stroke. My moan is no longer one of pain, but of pleasure. I'm sure Luke notices. What follows is a series of rapid strokes that he directs on top of my engorged clit.
"Please, sir, may I come? "
Luke stops just when I'm on the verge of orgasm. I'm as frustrated as I am relieved.
"Are you asking me to come now? When you're being punished? You like having your pussy slapped by a riding crop?"
"Yes, sir. I like it very much."
"You like being humiliated, walking around the house naked while I treat you like the good little bitch you are?"
"Yes, sir. I'm just a horny bitch who likes to be humiliated, tortured and dominated. You can do whatever you want with me."
I don't think about the consequences of what I am saying. I'm just thinking about how the riding crop bite made me feel and how much I need it to come now.
"Okay, you've got 7 more strokes to go. You have my permission to come while you're getting them."
"Thank you, sir."
I keep thanking him while he starts hitting me again and while I cum like I've never cum before in my life.
When it finally stops, it takes me a few seconds to come to my senses. It's Luke's voice that brings me back to the present moment.
"You're not the only one who has the right to relieve herself."
He then moves on top of me and pulls his huge cock out of his jeans. He's masturbating. He's so close to my face I could almost take him in my mouth, but the bars hold me firmly down. His beautiful cock! I want it so badly. My tongue stretches out as if hoping for a taste. Drool drips down my chin. I'm pathetic. Luke finally ejaculates with a roar of pleasure, soaking my face and breasts.
My ex takes a minute to recover, then looks down at me and starts laughing.
"You'll stay like that for your hour of porn watching."
With my nipples and clitoris completely ravaged, my face covered in cum, Luke sets me up on the sofa to watch a series of videos of girls being walked on leashes and degraded in public places.
***
I spent a troubled night. Not because of the ties that bind me. No, I've got used to being spread and completely exposed during the night. The cause of my torment is rather the dreams I've been having. Ever since Luke jerked off over my face, I've had only one thing on my mind: take his big, strong cock in my mouth. I've never been a fan of blow jobs before. One of the many things he reproached me for when we were together. He once told me that I was just a frigid careerist who needs to be tamed and put in her place. It resulted in one of our biggest fights ever. Today, Luke must be thrilled to be able to indulge his fantasies on me. It probably amuses him to see what I've been reduced to. All I can think about is satisfying him. Take him in my mouth and suck his balls dry. He clearly stated at the beginning of our agreement that he would not penetrate me. I understand that he means that he will not penetrate me in any way, in any orifice. But my God, I'm dying to suck him! I can't think of anything else. Maybe if I ask him nicely, he'll agree to bend the rule.
Luke finally comes to untie me. As it's Saturday, I don't know what his plans are for the day. Normally, he lets me get ready for work and our activities would only begin when I get back. But today, I'll be at his disposal for the whole day.
My ex doesn't say a word, he just hands me my collar. I understand that I'll be spending the day naked.
I get up and go to the kitchen, taking breakfast alone while Luke is busy in the living room. I understand that my obligatory hour of porn will start earlier today. I'm determined to be as docile as possible to plead my cause. At the same time, I fear what kind of torture he has planned for me. My body still bears the wounds of yesterday's severe punishment with the riding crop.
As soon as I finish eating, Luke asks me to join him. I'm surprised to see that he doesn't have a torture device in front of the TV. He asks me to kneel on the floor, hands behind my back, and handcuffs me.
"Your pussy must be too sore to touch anyway," he laughs.
"Yes sir, but the slut that I am deserves to have her pussy as sore as sir desires."
Luke seems pleasantly surprised by my answer. Part of me wants to beg him right now. To tell him I'm just a cocksucker who needs her fix. But I'd be too scared he'd say no so I'll try to wait for the right moment. It takes all my strength, because he's looking incredibly sexy today. He's wearing his sweatpants, slightly pulled down over his hips with a tight white t-shirt. The pants are just low enough and the shirt rises just high enough for me to see the beginnings of his pubic hair. God, how can that turn me on so much?
"I'm glad to see you're getting used to your new position. You're in the right mindset for today's program," he says.
Then he turns on the TV and leaves the room. I'm surprised he hasn't used something to stimulate me. Maybe he's feeling merciful today.
I focus all my attention on the videos Luke has prepared for me. There are lots of videos of submissives worshipping their masters in all sorts of ways, but it's not all porn. There are several videos of men talking about the place of women, saying that they were created to satisfy men’s desires, no matter how perverse. Between each of these videos, Luke has placed a porn clip in which a woman bows down at her master's feet, begging to be honored with his dick. Damn, this makes me all hot and wet! I'm itching to be so submissive, to be used by Luke. To obey him no matter what. Yes, Luke, I'll clean. You want me to do it on all fours, naked, with little bells on my breasts. Of course, if it would please you. You want to discipline me because I haven't been a good girlfriend? Please discipline me. Correct me good and hard so I'll remember.
As my viewing time comes to an end, Luke comes back into the living room with a laptop. He sets it down in front of me and unties my hands.
"You have until 3pm to write me a 20-page paper on your position as a woman. If I'm satisfied, you'll be rewarded. If not, you'll be punished."
He expresses no emotion, but I'm happy inside. If I'm really good, maybe he'll reward me by letting me lick his cock. Luke leaves the room again. Good, because I'll be able to work better. The problem is that I have to work on the floor, on the living room's rough carpet.
In the time allowed to me, I manage to produce some impressive work. I explain why women shouldn't have jobs because, why they should stay at home and submit entirely to their men, why they should be treated like sex puppies and why their priorities should be to worship male supremacy. I even include quotes from scientific articles that demonstrate women's inferiority.
When I hand in my paper to Luke at 3pm, I'm tired, but proud. Luke tells me he'll take the time to read it, and that, in the meantime, I can make myself useful and cook for him.
When the meal is ready. I come to set two plates at the table, but Luke, who is still reading my paper, stops me.
"You're not eating. You're going to stay on your knees in the corner during the meal."
"Yes sir, of course, sir."
I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, but I don't care. The only thing I want in my mouth is Luke's dick. So, I serve him and position myself, as he's instructed, in the corner, on my knees, thighs spread, hands behind my back.
His meal seems to last forever, but when he finally finishes, I realize that he's also finished reading my paper.
"I have to admit, it's good work, little cunt. I'm satisfied. Clean up the table and come join me in the bathroom. As a reward, I'll give you the right to wash me while I shower."
God have mercy! Luke, completely naked, his body wet and soapy, my hands on him. I'm afraid of doing something stupid.
Once I’m done with my servant’s duties, I join Luke in the bathroom. He's already naked. I can see that the situation doesn't leave him indifferent, because his gorgeous dick is rock hard. It goes all the way up to his navel, revealing his big, heavy balls. I swallow and feel my pussy lips swell instantly. To think I once denied him access to my cunt. I'm such a stupid girl! He was right to punish me for being a bad girlfriend. I should be punished for all the times I didn't satisfy his urges.
Luke turns on the shower, and when the temperature suits him, he slips under the water stream. He gestures for me to join him. I comply, unable to take my eyes off his perfect body.
"Clean me up good, slave. And be careful."
I mumble a barely audible "yes, sir" and grab the soap, too excited by the honor he's doing me. I start with his shoulders, then his back. By the time...
